In order to fully appreciate this little medley you must read it to the tune of Frere Jacques: "Brazen Burqa, Brazen Burqa, all around, over town, some-body call PoPo, what's un-der there we don't know, take it off, i need a croissant. Brazen Burqa, Brazen Burqa, your face don't show, so you must go, do like all the rest of us, flaunt what God has given us, like a Ho, like a Ho.
This is my silly way of laughing at things that anger me. I'm ranting about my distaste for the new law past in France to ban Muslim Women from walking the streets dressed like ME.
Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
I had a dream that i was surrounded by blood thirsty Pygmies with sharp white teeth. One of the smaller Pygmies sprinkled an ancient powder into my eyes, blinding me instantly as the others tore at my clothes, piercing my flesh...oh wait that wasn't a dream. That was yesterday at the park with my kids.
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Kids,
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Parks,
pygmies
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